Tag: Short Story
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The Lady in Red

Muriel wasn’t very good with names. She knew names. Just not where they should be. Words she loved. Words. And books. She worked the late shift at the library. In the archives, with all the ancient tomes. Ancient words. Ancient smells. She didn’t like the work, but she liked the words. And the sneaky opportunities…
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Shiver Me Timbers
“Ahoy me hearties!” bellowed the actor on the deck of the Sulphur Sark. Holding a steel blade aloft he started to swing it around in a figure of eight fashion. He was alone, and knew he wouldn’t cause any damage if he came on board to rehearse. “Shiver me timbers!” he continued, although now he…

